My buddies and I were watching it live on CBC out of Windsor. One of my friends had tried out for the team but was an early cut. We dog-piled each other when Eruzione scored and absolutely sweated until the end, in what was the longest 10 minutes of our lives.

I was 10. We were listening to the game on the radio and turned it off after the 2nd period so we wouldn't know the outcome until we watched the delayed tv coverage. I'm sure my parents knew the outcome, but they didn't tell us. Same thing with the Indy 500, listen to the race on the radio and turn it off with 50 laps to go and see the finish in prime time.

Not born yet; I came along in June of '82. However my parents were watching the game, and my father says that he and my mother screamed so loud, the upstairs neighbors started pounding on the door demanding to know what was going on, and when he told them, they all ran in to see the TV and started screaming and jumping up and down with them. Then the downstairs neighbors came upstairs, and they ended up having a this huge party in my parents' apartment. Thankfully my dad still had plenty of beer leftover. LOL

I was 15 years old and attending the Miami International Boat Show. (This year's was just last week). One of the vendors had it on a pretty big TV (for its day) and we were all crowded around watching it. I was very lucky to have caught it in a public setting like that since I was too young to be in a bar. Very exciting! USA USA USA

19 years old, sitting on the living room floor of my parents house, watching it alone. We had buried my father 3 weeks earlier and no one else seemed to care. 2 weeks later my mom would find a lump. It was a rare happy memory from that period.

Winning a bet with my father because he couldn't grasp the idea of "tape delay." I listened to the game on the radio. It was played in the late afternoon, NY time, but didn't air until prime time. I told him we beat the Russkies and he was all "BS; game hasn't happened yet."

"Bet you $10 we beat them 4-3," I said. He took the bet.

Bastard never paid off, either. Somehow, telling him that I'd already HEARD the game and KNEW the score BEFORE he bet was "cheating."

This day will mark a Top 5 favorite memory for the rest of my life. Our family was big into hockey, but we had just moved to Milwaukee from metro Chicago. I was a sophomore in high school, and active particpation was pie-in-the-sky thinking back then. So we had to get our fix elswhere, and along came the 1980 Winter Olympics. I was a big Mark Johnson fan, having attended his father's hockey school twice as a youngster.

Anyway, the game was tape delayed, and we were preparing to watch it as a family. About five minutes before the opening faceoff, I heard on the radio that the US had won. I told my mom and 14 year old brother, but we agreed that to let dad know was risking injury or worse. Sure enough, my brother walked right down the stairs and said "Isn't that great, dad?" I'll never forget my father's expression and response: "Get the fark out of my sight!"

/Local anchor Vince Gibbons provided an in-game, 10:00 evening news lead-in thusly: "The United States pulls off one of the biggest upsets in sports history."

I was a 17-year-old HS kid, watching the game at home with my folks. It was my dad's birthday (as is today), so we had some cake & ice cream too. Good times.

It was a Friday night, so I went out to a party that night after the game. Met a nice girl from another school, and got a fairly decent handjob in my car before driving her home. I remember that part better than the game, to tell you the truth.

14. Probably in my bedroom spanking it to my Dad's Playboy collection. Y'know, I loved my Dad, but that crusty, dumb sonofabiatch began subscribing in 1955, and after years of keeping them carefully stacked up in our basement, he moved them to our outbuilding where he stored them in unsealed McDonnell Douglas Dragon antitank warhead boxes. Great, heavy, wood things. But not sealed. So when I go to "liberate" the collection back in the early days of eBay, when they would have been worth more than at any other time, I find that virtually all of the old ones are destroyed or damaged past being able to sell online. Sure, I made a couple hundred bucks off of the few rare ones in good shape, but nothing like what I would have gotten if he'd even bothered wrapping them in heavy plastic sheeting.

I'm grateful there are many Farkers willing to share history through their point of view. Hell, I was only one year old when they bombed Atlanta's Olympics, let alone the fact my parents were in grade school when this happened.